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So Cecil went for the flowers. But
when no F6a6lIva 5v1 5 star a Is wSs
deserted, and Jen out of sight. He
was turning away disappointedly when
q voice behind him spoke his name
timidly.
"Mr. Ceciln
The boy wheeled around quickly.
why, Dorothy! am so glad to
see youl When did you GOMEZ"
Long ago." the child answered with
a happy little laugh. 81 has thegrab-
bag; and, Mr.. Cecil, / want you to
take this, please. ] saved the flowers
and made it for you"
The little girl was holding a tiny
bunch of blue-eyed violets, nesting
against the sweet-smelling arbutus,
toward him.
How IoYely!" cried Cecil, delighted.
ly. "And how kind of you Dorrie, to
save it for me. l shall wear it all the
evening. Come now with me to see
my aunt. She loves little girls"
Dorothy followed him timidly; but
her shyness soon wore of, for Miss
Agatha Beane possessed the happy
faculty OF putting people at once at
their ease. The little girl brought her
grabbing and stationed herself at the
lady's side, and Cecil, as often as he
could, came and talked with them.
How much do you ask for one OF
those mysterious grabs?" he inquired,
during one Of his visits.
"Ten cents"
"Ten centsl What q fortunel
Nevertheless, I'll try once" So Cecil
paid the delighted little one, plunged
his hand deep into-the bag, and drew
out-what do you think? Why, a
little black kitten! Yes, a real live
kitten.
Dorothy laughed ~gleefully.
"It must have crawled In" she
cried. "Poor little kitty, she is
frightened. Amt she sweet, Mr.. Cecil?"
Tovely. But what shall / do with
herr The house is full of cats now.
VIII you take her, Dorrie?"
The little girl shook her head.
"Aunt Jen hates 'em." she said sad
ly, land Joe would drownd it,"
"Let us see If we cannot think of a
plan," said Aunt Agatha, drawing
Dorothy to her. kitty must be pro-
vided for in some way. Do you not
know of some one who would like her,
dear?"
Dorothy considered.
'"There's the Greens; they hate 'em
worse an Aunt Jen. Then there's the
Joneses; they've got four baby ones
and a mother; and then there's Polly
Winters; she went,to the hospital last
week. and Tom mccarthy, he's awful
cross to me. Then there's"
"But, Dorrie," interrupted Cecil, as
~gravely as possible, t'never mind
about those you don't want to give
kitty to, dear. Try to think of some
body who is sick or something, and
who would like a cat"
az can't, Mr.. Cecil, cause NEST
everybody's we'll 'cept old Hester,
what the dsctor said couldn't live till
morning, and Jen's cousin Nell, that
broke her foot and is going to the city
to be mended. That's all Mr.. Cecil"
"And certainly they don't stand in
need Of a kitten, do they, Aunt Aga
tha?'
Hardly" said the lady smiling.
"Rut, Cecil dear, these is some one
reckoning to you. Go and see what
is wanted. And now. Dorrie. suppose
we let the kitty question alone for q
while and havea nice little talk. Come
and sit in my lap, won't you? I'llsee
that the kitten has a home"
Cecil was gone a long time. and Miss
Deane drew from the child the story
off iher early life. At tine uge of three
years Dorothy had been left an or
phan, dependent upon her aunt for
support. Poor little grill Jane Will
son was not the woman to train the
delicate, sensitive child, who
shrank from everything coarse
and unladylike. No one in that
family was a fit companion for
little Dorothy. She was a lovable lit
tie thing, so simple and yet so bright,
shat she won Aunt Agatha's heart at
once, and when Cecil came to say that
his duties for Che evening were over
she was quite determined to dc. some
thing for the child. She said nothing
to her nephew until they were driving
along the smooth. silent road toward
home. Cecil was at first very talka-
tive, and ratified on about the success
OF the fair; how busy be had been and
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to put in a word. She sat silent,
scarcely listening to him, but assent
ing to everything he said in that alb
stracted way we so often fall into. At
length Cecil's bright face clouded, and
he too grew silent. But not for long.
"Aunt Agatha" he said, fare you
tired or angry, or what is the matter.
You are so silent. I'm afraid | have
tired you"
Miss Deane aroused herself. ~ was
thinking of Dorothy, dear. She is the
sweetest, oldest little specimen OF hu-
manity that / ever saw. i would like
to do something Cor her. Cecil. What
shall it be-"
"Aunt Agatha. / knew you would
pity her. Will you adopt her. auntie?
Shall she 5e your own little daughter
and my cousing"
II am not at all certain--in fact /
dcsnot suppose that her aunt will
listen to any attempt to take Doro-
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